Night 37: M11-20 Hallway

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[From here, roundabouts M16]

Celes tapped her foot and as she tried for the life of her to remember just where the Gambler resided. Hellfire, she should have gotten a straight answer from him. But then, it would have meant she'd also asked. Celes sighed and shook her hair from her eyes, adjusting her hair clasp. She walked for a bit, up and down the halls, listening for voices that were familiar. When the first hallway bore no fruit, Celes turned to the next one.

Halfway down, she heard the familiar accent of Luxord's voice through the door. There was still plenty of time to meet her subordinate, she'd been quick tonight. Celes rapped on the door three times and waited. "Master Luxord? Are you within?"

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Re: M11

[gentiana-clusii.livejournal.com]

"I haven't, but that's a good enough description of him. I'll watch out for him." Ken went to his desk and took out a bottle of tylenol, shook out two pills, and handed them to Yukito. "Not quite as effective as the morphine would be for pain, but if you have a head injury it's not something to chance." He still had a glass of water on his desk from dinner, so he gave that to Yukito as well. The bottle of pills was put in Yukito's desk drawer.

Ken's extra shirt was duly slaughtered for bandages. Mental note: go get actual medical supplies if he was going to be playing impromptu field medic. "How healed is 'healed'? Any chance it's gonna come open again if you move wrong in your sleep?"

Re: M11

[winged_moon]

It certainly seemed like fortune was on Yukito's side tonight - it was a nice change, after the last couple of days. The attack could've been much worse, and he'd ended up in a relatively safe place, and then he'd run into someone who could help him. And then after that person had left, he'd found his roommate who could also help. Now if only he knew his friends were safe as well, Yukito would be fairly happy.

The packages of food went onto the desk as he gratefully accepted the pills and water, carefully lowering himself to sit on the bed. "Oh, I think it'll be all right. I don't toss much in my sleep anyway." He smiled cheerfully enough, even if there was still a bit of tension at the corners of his eyes from the pain. "It's not that bad, really - I've probably had worse after a particularly rough soccer game." It wasn't entirely a lie, though he'd certainly never had all the injuries at once before. "But thank you again, Ken-san, I appreciate your help."

Re: M11

[gentiana-clusii.livejournal.com]

"...that must've been one hell of a soccer game." Ken shook his head, smiling slightly. "I've taken a few balls to the head too, but never come out lookin' as rough as you do right now."

"We should have some time out on the rec field comin' up. We should play, if you're feelin' up to it."

Re: M11

[winged_moon]

"I might have exaggerated slightly - certainly none of the other players were carrying knives." Yukito gestured vaguely toward his chest at that, with a mildly abashed expression. "But really, it's not as bad as it looks. I'm sure I'll be feeling much better in the morning."

Injuries did heal much faster here, after all. It could be entirely true. His grin brightened a bit at the offer, though, and he nodded. "I'd love to. I haven't played since...back home." The brief pause indicated he'd started to say something else and changed his mind, but his expression didn't alter at all.

Re: M11

[gentiana-clusii.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, wouldn't think so. Not even the pros get quite that violent."

Ken shrugged off the odd pause. "I haven't played in a while either. Keep on tryin' to get a game going, and it never gets anywhere." But that was something to be worried about in the morning. "Get some rest. I'll put your stuff away so it doesn't pull a vanishing act in the morning."

Re: M11

[winged_moon]

Yukito nodded in agreement and very carefully settled back on the bed, wincing a little until he managed to find a way to lie down that didn't pull at one of his injuries. "I think I've said it several times now, but...thank you."

Those cookies were important, after all. He'd been lucky enough to land practically on top of them, and he didn't want to lose them now. But Yukito just grinned a little and closed his eyes, trying to relax as much as he could. "Let me know if there's anything I can ever do for you, okay?"

Re: M11

[gentiana-clusii.livejournal.com]

"Hey, I gotta be useful sometime." Ken grinned and put the cookies away. Even if he didn't mind being around Yukito, he wouldn't mind being out in the hallways right now.

"For now, just rest. 'Don't get killed' is about the top item on my 'what you can do for me' list."

Re: M11

[winged_moon]

"I'm not going anywhere tonight. Promise." In fact, if Yukito even stayed conscious for more than a few more minutes, he'd be surprised. Getting rest never seemed quite so appealing, even if he had to be careful not to move at all.

He sighed quietly and carefully pulled up the blanket without opening his eyes. "But you be careful too. Okay? It's not like I have a lot of friends here..."